[Intro]
(I'm workin' on dying)
Listen (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
Look at my shoes, them jawns Double C
And I pulled up my whip and that shit a big B
Look at my wrist, that's a Patek Phillippe
I'm splashing in fashion, I'm swaggin' for weeks
My Lambo' so soft, let me fuck in the seats
My plug don't speak English, that n***a speak greek
I just went to Vegas, I stayed at Venetia
I flew out your bitch and I made her release

[Chorus]
Old school Saint Laurent with the patch, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
They tried to 187 on my n***as but we got right back, bro
These n***as keep talkin' shit, we gonna run into em', they get taxed, bro
Pop around and get slapped, bro
Pull up with mini MAC, bro
And I had to put so many bricks in the trunk, it probably break my axle

[Verse 1]
Okay, money comе in 'cause I am a boss
I fuck your bitch, yo' bitch wanna fuck
I told her, "No," she had to gеt out
I am a boss, I told her enough
I got the guap, I got the cheese
I got that bitch on me, she on her knees
I'm smoking gas so I look Japanese
Look at my life, yeah this shit is too easy
Clean 'em all, diamonds so wet, man
I swear I need a squeegee
I pull up in a fast car
I swear these n***as, they cannot believe me
Look at that ho, she think she smart, this bitch tryna trick me
I fuck from the back, I got her wheezing, she need a treatment
Say, "Money don't grow on trees", but I got these bitches leavin'
From lame n***as, 'cause these bitches changing just like seasons
I'm overseas, got cocoa trees, them shits too [?], yeah
Who you know pull up on you with dreads on the side with a [?]
[Chorus]
Old school Saint Laurent with the patch, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
They tried to 187 on my n***as but we got right back, bro
These n***as keep talkin' shit, we gonna run into em', they get taxed, bro
Pop around and get slapped, bro
Pull up with mini MAC, bro
And I had to put so many bricks in the trunk, it probably break my axle

[Verse 2]
Let's go, um, ah, ah, ah
Go to the club and I make it rain, yeah
I get the money above me, yeah
I fuck your bitch, she in pain, yeah
Said I'm fresh as a peppermint
No, fresh as a candy
Bad bitch sniff cocaine, yeah
That bitch not in my lane, yeah
Four hundred thousand on the chain, yeah
[?] tucked in money ain't a thing, yeah
Diamonds all in my rings, yeah
Say diamonds gon' hide my chain, yeah
I ain't sharin' nothin'
Man, you n***as pussy ya'll ain't bangin' nothin'
You ain't been to the hood, can't relate to nothin'
Watch my n***as pull up and they get to bussin'
Watch my n***as pull up and they get to bussin'
Oh, you know some shit? Ayy
Oh, you know some shit? Ayy
Oh, you know some shit? Ayy
Oh, you know some shit? Ayy
Oh, you know some shit? Ayy
Oh, you know some shit? Ayy
[Chorus]
Old school Saint Laurent with the patch, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
They tried to 187 on my n***as but we got right back, bro
These n***as keep talkin' shit, we gonna run into em', they get taxed, bro
Pop around and get slapped, bro
Pull up with mini MAC, bro
And I had to put so many bricks in the trunk, it probably break my axle

[Outro]
Look at my shoes, them jawns Double C
I pulled up my whip and that shit a big B
Look at my wrist, that's a Patek Phillippe
I'm splashing in fashion, I'm swaggin' for weeks
My Lambo' so slow, let me fuck in the seats
My plug don't speak English, that n***a speak greek
I just went to Vegas, I stayed at Venetia
I flew out your bitch and I made her release
(I got racks ho)
(Yeah, I got racks)